Friday Musings: Ritual
When I was very young and I didn’t feel well, my mom would make tea for me. It was just regular black tea, Lipton or Tetley most likely, in my favorite mug, with sugar and milk. There would be saltine crackers, sometimes with butter (that may sound weird) or Ritz crackers served on the side. No matter what it was that was ailing me, I would instantly feel better. Try as I might, I was never able to duplicate this perfectly amazing cup of tea on my own, so our little ritual continued long after I’d grown into an …
